Something’s happened to me over the last couple of months. Something that’s made me rethink everything I knew about my
I've come to differentiate between my conservative subconscious bonds with money - where I've avoided mingling with too much sleazy debt - and my more promiscuous conscious attitudes towards it - where money is my bitch and it will come to me if and when I shake my tail feather.
It started with strangers coming together over raw cauliflower, and ended with them comfortable enough to do strange moves with their bodies together.